Growing up in a lumber town where the poor quality dimension lumber and cutoffs were routinely just tossed in a pile where you could go rummage through and take what you would…
And now being asked to pay $9 for the same shoddy 2x4 is maddening.
Recently, I was getting rid of an old workbench that wasn’t as useful as the space it took up. A couple of years ago I’d have hauled it to the curb. Last week I disassembled it to save any lumber that might be useful.
I love it when I have the chance to scavenge some old timber.
At the Beauty Point house, there were a bunch of ancient 4m long Tassie Oak planks in the shed that were so rotten that cutting out the totally-disintegrated parts left me with just a bunch of half-metre planks. I used them for a coffee table and a box:
I wish I had more of it; that weathered look is gorgeous. Kind of a shame that I used it all before I learnt how to do better joinery.
Lovely all the same.
I wish someone like you would buy these:
I think these were my Grampa Gothro’s, but I’m not sure. My brother has most the woodworking tools.
Rex has noticed:
That looks dangerous.
Based on a classic Roman design; most of the mass is provided by the user’s bodyweight.
They do work:
OTOH, it’s not like I’m about to get rid of my big conventional bench and replace it with a low Roman one. But if workspace and money are tight…
For example:
Just enough timber to build a 370x900mm lightweight writing desk.
Tasmanian Oak isn’t even fancy; it’s basically the cheapest, most utilitarian hardwood you can get. It can look cool when it’s old and weathered, but the new stuff has a fairly bland appearance unless you get creative with finishing treatments.
ZOMG, I have the same lobster-mold on the front of my garage as is depicted in the preview, hanging on the wall next to the china hutch.
That’s a lobster? Oh.
Wow. That is a cool story. What a great signature!!!
We had that exact one as well!
I have the salmon mold from mom’s place (still with the soot)
Back to nostalgia, I have gone back to an iphone after 8 years of other mobile OS and switching back just isn’t as easy as it used to be.
And my biggest fear seems to have come true - my authenticator app won’t sync between android and iOS. So finding the archaic and occult ways of resetting the MFA for a dozen different services is in my future.
And this is why I still hate MFA. It’s a cool idea, but it’s still too nonstandardized and more importantly, it’s still designed to set up a single point of failure.
It is somewhat standardized enough across many high profiles sites (Google, Microsoft, GitHub, Amazon, etc.) that I can store my 2FA details in KeePass using the built-in functionality or a plugin (I’m using KeeOTP, but that seems to be discontinued). It subverts the “Thing you know, thing you have” ideology, but it’s portable across all of my devices.
There are exceptions to this: Steam uses its own proprietary scheme, and I have an RSA app installed for MFA for work. There’s a KeePass plugin for Steam, but it involves enough headaches and I have the Steam app installed anyway, so it’s not an issue.
I did not know there was a way to do it with KeePass (which I’ve been using for years) now. But I’m not on the latest version of it.
I have one app for a couple of work accounts, used to have another for something I don’t use anymore, and others still only use SMS (
) or email.
This is why I go to markets and antique stores:
I usually can’t afford to buy anything, but I don’t have to. If I can get a close look at how something is built, I can probably copy it.
I think A) if my paternal grandpa had lived, he would’ve adored teaching me his craft (marquetry in particular); and, B) if my dad had been less weird about women, he would’ve enjoyed teaching me how to build things. I still have the toy box he built in 1957 for my brother, on which my name was painted later when it was handed down to me. And the clothes pole, book cases, et al - all still in use and structurally sound.
When I’m explaining to people why Ikea junk is shite, the phrase “decently made furniture should last long enough for you to give it to your grandkids” makes a frequent appearance.
And, seeing as Dad was old enough truly to be my grandfather when I was born (he was 41), great-grandkids.
